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"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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When you're--

[Oooh, that kind of done. It's definitely easier to reach like this, that's for sure, and all things considered, this is a much better way to get rid of those fucking emotions.

Blitzø immediately fists a hand in Johann's shirt and returns the kiss with a fierceness bordering on desperation.]

[Johann is all feeling-talked out. It's the sort of thing that exhausts him in a way he just can't articulate. And he's been doing it a lot more thanks to Emet.

Prick.

At least for now there's a kiss to worry about, and he leans into the grip on his shirt, folding one hand over Blitzø's.

And when he pulls back, just a fraction, he's smug, like nothing ever went amiss. Pretending is also better than feelings.]

Aww, you missed me that much?

Like a fucking infection.

[He bites at Johann's mouth, harder than he would anyone else but not actively trying to break the skin, and then he's up and straddling Johann's waist. His tail loops tightly around the other man's waist to ground himself, and one hand buries in Johann's hair to tug his head to the side and let him bite at his neck roughly next.]

[He immediately plants his free hand behind him, though he lowers down to his elbow at the sharp bite of teeth on his skin. He shudders, melting against the rough touch.

But Johann can't resist running his mouth, even as he frees the hand around Blitzø's to trail along his back, raising his hips as the tail goes around him.]

How romantic of you. Lure me into your hovel. Call me names.

I could - get used to this.

['Hovel' gets a sharper bite, and this one does taste briefly of blood and salt, although the mark is gone almost immediately.]

Not all of us can freeload off a sorcerer, asshole.

[His other hand now free, Blitzø works on pulling Johann's shirt open, nipping at the pale flesh to watch the brief flushes of colour that bloom and fade in moments. Speaking of Florian though, he makes himself pause, even if it's probably very obvious to Johann exactly how invested he is in continuing.]

Is he going to mind?

[The bite is effective enough that he actually breaks a little, drawing in a sharp breath as his shoulder burns.

His fingers trail along his spine, letting small sparks of electricity, nothing painful, only noticeable, at the question.]

No, because after this, I'm taking you back so he can have you, too.

Don't rip my fucking shirt this time, you barbarian.

[He slides a hand underneath the little imp's shirt, static still beneath his fingers, against his skin.]

[There's a prickling sensation that takes him a moment to place as Johann's fingers move over his spine, and Blitzø groans, arching sharply as those fingers venture treacherously close to the base of his tail.]

Well- fuck-

[Johann is doing unfairly well at fucking up his train of thought and he curses further as a second hand starts at his stomach with the same prickling electrical touch.]

Fuck that's hot- [Not fair either, who the fuck let Johann have hands that could do this shit??] Fucking Florian, bet he taught you this... asshole.

You think Florian is the only one I've been with?

I sucked off Norton here before Florian even arrived.

[Ever the tease, he takes his hand away from his chest and flicks his finger at his shoulder, shooting that small spark against his spine.

He sits up, pushing Blitzø back, trailing sparks instead along his tail with a laugh.]

Let me up so I can properly undress you, or you'll be the one with ripped clothes.

Yeah but I doubt he taught you to do this shit.

[He's both saddened and relieved when Johann removes his hands, because at least he has half a chance at forming a thought now... until Blitzø makes a sound bordering on pornographic, a whole body shudder going through him.]

Fucking dick. [Right, stand up after that. Asshole. He manages to get up even though he's painfully hard now and remembers that they're... on the floor in front of his door in his shitty little apartment.]

Yeah... I don't have a bed? You sure this is ok?

Oh, you're so precious that you can't get your dick sucked on the floor? Or fucked in a chair?

[Another laugh, another trail of sparks along his tail. He would do anything to hear him make that sound again.]

I'm not the fucker who has a fancy giant-- [Fuck, Johann definitely knows how to get a reaction and Blitzø immediately loses his train of everything. He grabs for Johann's shoulders more on instinct, his tail looping tightly around the man's hand.]

Asshole. Thought you wanted me upright?

I don't know. [His voice is a purr, immediately trying to make him haopy, to hear him enjoying himself like that.]

Seeing the way you're practically begging for me now...

[He raises his hand, looping fingers around his tail.]

Thirsty bitch, you're the one who can't keep his hands off of me.

[He leans in to kiss and bite at Johann's lips again, pulling back to shove off his coat and pass Johann his choker.]

Put this on the table next to you? I don't give a fuck if you tear everything else apart.

[Everything else can be ignored, but he accepts the choker with a nod and sets it on the table as asked. And then he tugs lightly on his tail and moves forward, trying to pin him down, deft fingers running along his clothes to hastily undress him.]

That's because you're just the size of my fucking hand. What am I supposed to do with you, anyway? You're fucking tiny.

Then you'll be fucking used to me, all that practise with your own hand.

[He lets Johann get him down on the floor, helping as much as he can to pull off his gloves and toss those somewhere he'll find later. Then he is definitely not helping and instead trying to wiggle his tail down the front of Johann's pants to stroke his cock. He doesn't have any fancy magical tricks, but he can move the spade with surprising dexterity, a weird mix between a tongue and a palm.]

[As much as he tries to pretend that he's immune, that it doesn't affect him, his fingers still against his shirt, tensing at the touch of the tail as it manages to find his cock, half hard already.]

That's cheating, Mäuschen.

[But he's not complaining, leaning down instead to press a kiss to his neck.]

Bitch you were using magic. I'm just using my fucking body.

[His horns are not really made for laying on his back comfortably and the nearest pillow is all the way across the room which is too fucking far at this point. Instead Blitzø compromises by pushing himself up on one elbow, giving him enough room to tilt his head back enough to invite Johann to explore it further if he wants.

His focus is otherwise on stroking and teasing the other man, working down the length of him as far as he can manage.]

But if you don't take your fucking pants off, I might end up tearing them off you instead.

[He spreads his hands out a little, taking them from him in order to do so.]

Would you rather I not use it? You weren't so upset about it before.

[He pulls back completely, sitting up on his knees, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips and shimmying a little to get them the rest of the way off. His shirt comes off next, tossed into a corner somewhere to find later.]

Now, quit your bitching. [He laughs so he can kiss him again, letting his fingers wander inside of his thigh.]

Fuck no, but you can't bitch about cheating after that.

[Johann shifts back enough to strip the rest of the way and Blitzø sits up to watch, reluctantly withdrawing his tail to give the man space and watch. There may also be a thump or two from him flicking his tail excitedly against the floor.

Once Johann is done, Blitzø tugs him back in for the kiss, making a pleased, rumbling purr in the back of his throat. He pulls away with a grin, tongue flicking out to tickle Johann's lips.]

Wanna see what this mouth can do?

Yes.

[He sucks in a breath, then laughs, trying not to seem nervous by it. He notices the tail, grinning at the movement.]

Does that mean you'll shut up?

[It's probably an understandable concern, since Blitzø's teeth are just a lot of sharp edges.]

Yeah I'll leave all the screaming and begging to you.

[He nudges Johann back to sit against the wall and crawls between his legs, nudging his thighs open to settle between them. Making sure he's got Johann's full attention, he wraps his tongue around the man's cock and strokes him with it before carefully taking him into his mouth properly. He can get more of the overly long length of his tongue around him this way, stroking and sucking at the same time.]

You're so full -

[The words are knocked out of him as he gets to work. What a wonder that tongue is, too. Johann has always admired his gift with words, with insults, with the quick way he returns every insult with one that's usually even better. But this is entirely different, and he leans his head back against the wall, unashamed as he moans in appreciation, one hand digging at the floor while the other finds some part of Blitzø to grab. Whatever's closer.]

Oh fuck you. I hate that you're right.

[Blitzø nudges his hand up to a horn, convenient handholds that they are in this kind of situation, and redoubles his efforts around as much of a smirk as he can manage in this position. He knew it would end up like this after all, human tongues couldn't manage the same tricks.

He takes a moment to pull back and focus just on the head of Johann's cock, tongue curling and circling the tip, then he exhales and takes the length of him into his mouth again, until he can feel Johann nudging at the back of his throat.]

[Having never actually been around a horn like that before, he's doesnt' quite know what to do, but it really is a good handhold.

Well, that's fucking convenient.]

You're going to be absolutely insufferable after this. [Said in more of a groan as his heel digs into the floor.]

[Johann is absolutely correct, and Blitzø gives a low, rumbling purr in his throat in agreement, doing his level best to get those vibrations directly into the other man's cock. He's got a lot more claw than is probably comfortable around sensitive skin, so he brings the spade of his tail into play again to cup and stroke Johann's balls as his mouth works.

He doesn't actually plan on getting Johann off like this, but if he can get him to the point of desperation before pulling away, then that's just more fun really.]

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